You got scared Lenin? I always thought you were really quite tough. Like you would whip out a flamethrower at any random point, just to protect yourself.

 

 

 

 

 

There was this one time. I was sitting in bed, about 3-ish in the morning. I could someone trying to get into my house, so I thought they were trying to steal crap and gap. Possibly hurt someone. And there were loads of noises. Voices, I think. So, being the big man that I was, I got my cricket bat out from under my bed, slowly walking through the hallway with my bat held high. I opened the door to see my Dad just come in late from work. He was talking to the cat.

 

 

 

Apparantly I live in the safest suburb in New Zealand, so not too afraid of being out late at night. Just rowdy drunk people is the worst.

The scariest moment of my life was when my appendix ruptured. I wasn't sure what going on when, suddenly, I started to double over because of intense pain. My family got me into the car and we rushed to the nearest hospital. On the way over there, the pain stopped for a moment, which was a very eerie sensation. When I was finally taken to the prepping area for my surgery, my temperature suddenly [bleep]ed to 103 and started to rise. I was out of school for a month after I got out of a week stay in the hospital, though. That latter part wasn't so bad.

 

 

 

You got scared Lenin? I always thought you were really quite tough. Like you would whip out a flamethrower at any random point, just to protect yourself.

 

Flamethrowers tend to be fairly ineffective at protecting yourself from car crashes.

Probably when I didn't realize I was actually standing in the middle of the highway somehow, luckily there was only 2 cars and I got out of the way. That sure gave me adrenaline! :

 

 

 

You got scared Lenin? I always thought you were really quite tough. Like you would whip out a flamethrower at any random point, just to protect yourself.

 

There are only 2 situations I can think of where the addition of fire actually makes things worse. Hurtling into a ditch in a screaming metal deathtrap is one of them.

 

 

 

You got scared Lenin? I always thought you were really quite tough. Like you would whip out a flamethrower at any random point, just to protect yourself.

 

There are only 2 situations I can think of where the addition of fire actually makes things worse. Hurtling into a ditch in a screaming metal deathtrap is one of them.

 

but it'd be more badass if you survived, and maybe the fire could be so hot it would melt the metal death-trap?